There’s a Myers family tradition,
Passed on from generation to generation.
It may seem fairly small,
But it means a lot to Myers all.
Every Myers baby born,
Has a name that must conform,
To one little, simple rule,
The name must be one letter dual.
You might ask what is this letter,
Why it’s ‘M’ of course, no one is better.
For our last name can’t be changed, you see,
So the first must make the alliteration be.
Sadly though,
The tradition on, will not go,
Because I am the last of those who carry,
And the tradition will go, once I marry.
Sure, I could continue it,
But a new name I’d have to fit.
It just wouldn’t be the same,
So I’ll treasure while it lasts, my alliterated name.
(I know it doesn't make sense, it will once I change my name back.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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